This is (my very personal) letter for you
I believe I wanted to write this letter for quite some time now, I was just not so sure if I should. Again, a letter for you? That should sound a bit pretentious…but I think you deserve to know how I feel. Even if you never read this.
I wish, so ardently, that you could see yourself the way I see. I want you to look yourself in the mirror and, as I do so often, see all the words I see when I look at you or when I’m so comfortably entangled in your arms. Words that prove you are the person you so hard try to become.
I wish I could be more verbal with you, but as I have said before, you feel like home and I’m without words, lost in the middle of all my feelings – feelings I fought so hard and for so long to no feel anymore. I wish I could tell you that I’m just as smart as the other girls that have slept in your bed. I wish I could tell you that I’m just as interesting as the other girls that are constantly in your mind (and phone). My fear of losing you is greater than I thought. I wish I could tell you that I fight for us everyday, even tho you never see it.
I wish I could take you to dance and just twirl for a whole night, not thinking about anything else than just us, together. I wish I wasn’t so tainted by life so I could show you how awesome I’m. But I fade. I fade at every message; I fade at every unspoken word. I wish I could rip my chest open and let my heart speak freely. Of how many times it got hurt, of how many times it sank into my stomach, neither brave nor strong enough to crawl out of its pain. Of how many times it was about to burst of happiness and love, joy and craziness. Of this incredibly sense of pride I have of you.
Again, I wish, so ardently, that you know the man you are and the woman you make me feel. I wish I could say out loud all that has change – good and bad – since we have met, since I first laid eyes on you.
Some letters are never written. Some are never read. Some will forever be inside chests that are too afraid or too shy to share. Some letters die of old age and incarceration. Mine will fade in this and eventually die – but it lived, even if for a day.